The first time she met Song Yaoyang, she thought he was a very capable person. The second time she met him, she thought he was a handsome and well-mannered person. The third time she met him, she thought he was a petty person.
Who says that being tall and handsome necessarily means having a broad mind?
"Maybe it's because my mental age is forever 18," Xia Baozhu said with a laugh, referencing a joke from a later era.
"Yes, it is quite childish." Song Yaoyang nodded in agreement, thinking that she was quite self-aware.
"Let's go in." Song Yaoyang took the lead and walked ahead.
Xia Baozhu rolled her eyes as she followed behind.
The two chose a window seat on the second floor.
"Are there any dietary restrictions?" Song Yaoyang asked, looking at the menu.
“I don’t eat strange or unusual things,” Xia Baozhu replied, taking off her hat.
"What's so strange?" Song Yaoyang looked up, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Insects, bullfrogs, snakes, brains, intestines..."
"Stop, you don't need to say anymore, I understand."
Song Yaoyang gave her a look that was hard to describe, as if he was trying to determine if she had a mental problem and was saying a lot of disgusting things at the dinner table.
Do you prefer sweet or spicy food?
"It will be all right."
Song Yaoyang ordered four dishes and a soup and returned the menu to the waiter.
"Don't you own a shop? What are you doing in Mingcheng?" As he spoke, Song Yaoyang poured Xia Baozhu a cup of tea.
"I got a job as a fashion model."
"You're not tall enough to be a model, are you?"
Song Yaoyang glanced at Xia Baozhu's head; even sitting down, she appeared petite and delicate.
Of course, this "petite and exquisite" is relative to Song Yaoyang. Xia Baozhu considers herself to be of a good height, neither too tall nor too short, which is very standard.
"I represent the height of most people; the average person is not as tall as a model."
"But you represent an extraordinary physique; most people don't have such good proportions as you." It's unclear whether this was a compliment or a rebuttal to Xia Baozhu's previous statement.
"Thank you for the compliment." Xia Baozhu took it as a compliment. "What are you doing in Mingcheng?"
"My job is in Mingcheng."
What kind of job?
"It's mainly word processing," Song Yaoyang said ambiguously.
"Oh, sitting in an office, huh? It must be pretty easy." Xia Baozhu went along with his words and made up a story. She was too lazy to ask if he didn't tell her; it was just a leader's job of looking at and signing documents.
"It's quite relaxing." Song Yaoyang was amused by Xia Baozhu's words and adopted a more relaxed demeanor.
The two had a meal in a fairly harmonious atmosphere. Xia Baozhu didn't ask about the investment again, and Song Yaoyang didn't say anything either.
After finishing their meal, Song Yaoyang and Xia Baozhu walked downstairs. At the corner of the stairs, two people were smoking and talking.
The moment they saw Xia Baozhu, one of them whistled.
"Little sister, where are you going to play?" The young man whistling blocked Xia Baozhu's way, his breath reeking of alcohol.
Upon hearing the words "little sister," Xia Baozhu looked up at Song Yaoyang, a hint of smugness on her face.
Previously, Song Yaoyang mocked her for only looking like an 18-year-old from behind, but now she's being called "little sister" by someone younger than herself, proving that she looks like an 18-year-old from the front too. Her attempt to appear younger than she is successful.
Song Yaoyang witnessed Xia Baozhu's good attitude again. When a drunk thug tried to talk to her, she didn't even show any fear or backing down. She didn't act cute or hide behind him. Instead, she had a strange smile on her face, as if she was missing a screw.
Most women would act a bit more delicate when they see a handsome guy like him, but he never saw that expression on her face from beginning to end.
Men prefer gentle and considerate women; women who are only pretty and have a strong personality will only make people want to stay away.
"Little sister, your brother is asking you a question. Why are you looking at him?" The whistling man said as he reached out and touched Xia Baozhu's face.
Song Yaoyang grabbed the whistling man's arm and threw him aside, shouting, "Get lost!"
The thugs of this era always seem to have an indomitable spirit.
Another thug who was leaning against the wall watching the show was startled, but he quickly calmed down and ran to a private room: "Brother, something bad has happened, Erzi has been beaten up!"
As soon as Xia Baozhu and Song Yaoyang arrived on the first floor, they heard a jumble of footsteps and noises coming from behind them.
Where are they?
"Which brat dares to touch my men?" The leader, a bald man with a blue dragon tattoo on his arm, shouted before he could even stand properly.
They have absolutely no manners.
Xia Baozhu looked at the eleven or twelve people coming down the stairs like dumplings being dropped into a pot, and then glanced at Song Yaoyang.
"You should be fine, right?"
"You have a lot of confidence in me?" Song Yaoyang smiled, his expression unreadable.
"Last time, dozens of people couldn't stop you, and this time it won't be a problem either."
Why do you think I have to fight to solve the problem?
"So you think you can just talk the talk?"
"Talking big? Haha." Song Yaoyang was amused again, thinking that Xia Baozhu wasn't so dull-witted after all.
"Brother, it was them who injured Erzi! That man!"
The bald, tattooed man spotted Xia Baozhu and her companion as soon as he came down. They were a handsome man and a beautiful woman, and they stood out wherever they were.
The key point is that these two people were still in the mood to chat and laugh, and none of them were afraid when they saw so many people.
It's one thing for the men to be afraid, but that weak woman who could be slapped to death isn't afraid at all. Do they have something to rely on?
"Hey bro, that woman's pretty. Should we go easy on her later?" a spiky-haired man behind the bald guy asked.
"Don't act rashly. Something's not right with them. Let's go ask them first."
The bald man led his men toward Xia Baozhu and her companion.
"May I ask where you're from, brother?"
Song Yaoyang tossed him a business card, his expression nonchalant: "See for yourself."
The bald man took the business card, which only had a name and a string of numbers on it, and he didn't understand it.
"Brother, let me see." The spiky-haired man took the business card. "There's nothing on it. Is he just bluffing?"
Xia Baozhu laughed out loud when she heard this, but her clear voice sounded extremely grating to Song Yaoyang at that moment.
Song Yaoyang believed that anyone in Mingcheng who had heard his name would understand the power he represented.
I never expected this bald guy to be so low-level. I'd never heard of him before, and I had no idea of his abilities.
His attempt to show off backfired, and he was instead mocked by the wooden woman next to him.
Song Yaoyang's already deep eyes grew even darker. He held back and decided not to stoop to her level.
"Alright, I won't make things difficult for you. Leave a thousand yuan for medical expenses, and we'll call it even."
Baldy came up with a way to save face in front of his brothers, making money while preserving his dignity.
The restaurant manager hid behind a pillar, praying that the group would leave quickly.
The customers dining on the first floor were also prepared to get up and run away at any moment.
"Your people are dishonest and deserve what they got. Why should we pay them? If you're not capable, don't embarrass yourself."
After provoking the bald man, Xia Baozhu gave Song Yaoyang a encouraging look.
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